Thought I was done...

SORRY NEIL BUT THESE JUST KEEP POPPING UP:))

Thoughts of you, they sometimes fill me up inside.

All the yesterdays, when your music played

And I'd think of you, just you.

I've tried so hard not to remember,

To put you aside and to forget,

But as hard as I try, it just won't work for me.

I can almost taste your songs,

I can almost feel your voice, caressing me.

So long ago that dream began,

And it just won't end...at all.

Butterscotch and tassels, beaded shirts

And dancing all alone with you,

But it's always just an image,

Playing in my mind.

I'd see myself as sweet Juliet, or Lady-Oh,

And I thought that if I just turned around,

You'd be there...but never were.

The music's never ending.

A parade of tunes and melodies, surrounding me,

Keeping my memories so close...they are a shadow,

Right beside me.

You've etched a place, a very private space in me.

Every song you've ever sung,

And every rhyme you've ever made, is now a part of me.

I watch you now, and time just melts away,

And I see myself through all the stages of my life.

Memories of the young, young man you were, to the gentle heart

I see before me now. Your smile has never changed.

Thoughts of you, they fill me up inside.

A scrapbook of sorts, some pages worn with fingerprints and tears.

And others, new and fresh,

But treasured just as much as those that came before.